my body aches for the touch of another,
my mind aches for the conversation of another,
my soul aches for the company of a companion.

someone like me,
someone a little different.

my eyes ache for the sight of another,
my mouth aches to smile at another.

yet I pride myself on independence,
or at least that's what I let on.

when I crave dependence.

my attitude puts off people,
sending them negative signs,
while inside I ache for another.

I exist as a mirror
Wild lights have glazed over your skin
My whispers are tarnished
Our bodies a shield
Against the coming chills of a brittle wind

I linger with a breeze-like touch,
It comes out hoarse and swollen.
Thoughts  uttered with a breath of regret
Or a sigh of relief.

Your face turns foreign, a mesh of dark warmth
A light without the sun.
We’re all a wounded red
on the inside.

Hand placed over my eyes
"You can't see! You're blind!"
You sang in my ear playfully,
I was laughing too hard to speak,
trying and failing to remove your hand
from my eyes,
so I could stare at you.

My small fingers prying your large ones from my eyes,
your other hand clamps down on my eyes again,
I don't care,
One of my hands still enclosed around yours,
I don't want to let go.

I finally pry your other hand from my eyes,
we're laughing uncontrollably staring at each other.

The first thing I see is your neck,
the first part of you my eyes land on,
I lick my lips,
tearing my eyes away,
laughing again.

My thoughts are somewhere else,
still lingering on your neck,
and the attack I would love to launch there.

I bite my lip,
thinking of the kisses I would lay upon your skin,
the way I'd pull myself close to you,
fingertips pressing lightly into your shoulder,
as you writhe under me,
kisses from your collarbone to your ear,
your jaw to your temple.

My mouth leaving my ***** thoughts written across your neck,
my nose trailing along your skin,
taking in the way you smell,
the way it makes me feel.

You make my fingers shake with a thought,
you make my mouth go slack with a simple,
you make me simple with your gestures
and voice.

I'm pulled back by you saying something,
I recover in record time,
shoving you in the shoulder,
"I hate you,"
the words tumble out before I think about them,
I'm still smiling.

"No you don't."
you say with that stupid smile of yours.
I shake my head,
because I don't.
I really don't.

My mouth waters,
My fingers ache,
I gasp,
Bite my lip,
My hips buck,
My legs lock,
I am stricken for a moment.

With want,
Need,
Lust,
Hormones,
Fire,
Desire.

I ache,
Beg,
To touch you
With my fingertips
Mouth
Palms
Teeth,

To explore every plane of your
Body
I can get to

Allow me
To savor
Every bit of you

For I will treasure you,
And every way you make me
My body
Feel.

I've grown used to my own hands instead of another's.

you make me wonder why
i have to beat you off with a baseball bat
when you want to pluck the
"unwanted"
hairs on my body

i am sorry,
Mother,
but i am trying to defy societys norms
and let them grow
before craning my neck to try to see these hairs
i know i wont be able too

but i am also trying to get a boyfriend,
so i shall bend and break
and pluck the ones i can see
i will want to cry when i cannot get them all
i want to slam my fist into the mirror
when i realize i can never get them all

Mother,
i will not let you pluck my unwanted hairs
i will let them sit there because they are apart of me
and they are my rebellion
they will let boys know that
i don't care
and they cannot take me down

they are my rebellion and they are my pain

it is quite funny
the contradictions you make
Mother,

you tell me not to shave everyday
and then you say
"I can't believe you left the house like that."

so tell me why you contradict what you say
and make me feel this way,

dearest Mother,
please do not confuse me
for my teenage brain
can only comprehend so much

so when you contradict yourself
i get confused
and wonder why
you must do this to me.